she would come in from a long shift at the warehouse where she spent all shift telling everyone how rotten i am and how when she gets enough money she’s leaving and i can rot in hell

then she walks in and i have dinner ready and she takes off her shoes and the entire room begins to smell but i run the shower and she asks me to join her and i scrub her with body washes and massage her back

as she sits on the couch eating dinner and i rub her feet sore from the concrete and constant trips to flirt with all the guys and complains about her day, i listen and do my best to commiserate, telling her she doesn’t need to work at the shit hole and we’ll be fine if she wants to quit

she tells me how much she loves me and questions why i’m so good to her as we watch tv and cuddle on the couch until she nearly falls asleep and i carry her to bed, wrap my arm around her and hold her as she sleeps fitfully, every now and then startling herself awake and inching closer

it wasn’t a bad routine until she managed to convince everyone i was a bastard and they all hoped i would rot in hell, and they convinced her she needed to leave such a rotten prick and she started to believe them so she did

then when she came back to the door and i opened it with the chain still done and asked what she wanted through the two inches it opened

she was sorry and i maybe wasn’t such a rotten prick that treated her so badly, but it had hurt bad enough to be betrayed once, and forgiving i may be but forgetful i am not, so i forgave her and she asked to come in

so i shut the door and reached up for the chain and stopped as where this was heading began to dance about in my head, she’d come in and we would talk and talking would lead to kissing and kissing would lead to touching and touching would lead to licking and sucking and rubbing and sliding and that would lead to

her going to work and telling everyone one what a no good son of a bitch i am and then coming home to dinner and her feet smelling up the room as i run the shower and eventually her friends agreeing that she needs to leave that no good bastard

so i reached up turned the dead bolt and regular lock as well and went to bed instead as she pounded and howled outside the door about what a no good bastard everyone said i was and they were right

felt good to skip the middle section and get right to the ending

besides

i’m just a no good piece of shit that deserves to rot in a special place in hell made for son of a bitches and bastards

and she deserves better